The Lady sat so straight, Arabella believed it was unreal, and yet also graceful.
She seemed to be all ears, ready to take in whatever Arabella had in mind.
Silas shifted once in his seat but quickly found a comfortable pose to adopt for the rest of their meeting.
"Would I be wrong to assume you have an idea of your own in mind?" hands together on her own lap, Persephone focused strictly on Arabella at those words.
"Well…," the young woman stammered a few times before collecting her voice, "That assumption would be correct," she gave one big nod.
"Then, tell us all about this idea, please. That is what I am here for after all,"
"I was thinking that the funeral could be handled discreetly among us and… For us to take advantage of a different event in order to make a spectacle out of," Arabella tried to smile, but it only graced her lips.
